Oh, god, Dan doesn't know if it's appropriate to be ogling Marcus like this, but he's not entirely certain he can keep from doing it. Not when they're in bed together, and Marcus is staring down at... oh, fuck. Breasts.

Since Darrow, Dan has re-examined some of the aspects of his sexuality that would and wouldn't have fit where he is now-- with no great success. There are women he'd been attracted to, and he's pretty certain that was real, but it all pales, no fucking competition to Marcus. To the sharp lines of him, the lean muscle and sinew, the thrust of his cock toward his stomach when he's hard.

But fuck, look at that too.

"Well, maybe the one here feels differently," he says, trying not to stare down under the covers. "You seem to be, uh, okay about this?"